Standing on a Corner

In Winslow, Arizona... Well that is how we started the day. With deep respect to the Eagles and fine lyrics everywhere, we must report that this town is doing its best to hold on through tough economic times. If the President had visited here, he would not think that the private sector is doing fine. Many empty store fronts, few jobs, and little evidence that the girl in the flat bed Ford had the time or gas money to be slowing down to get a look at me...
We headed off down Route 66 to Flagstaff. Beautiful city, altitude 7200 feet, lots of trees, and fun college town. Using the guidebooks, we followed in the footsteps of previous pilgrims looking for the sights stated. Pretty much, the guidebooks neglected to mention that they have 95% been replaced with today's regular stuff.




Here is Bob in the parking lot of the Lumberjack Cafe (which changed into Granny's Cafe in 1972) where a 40 foot 'muffler-man' lumberjack was supposed to be... As you can see from the photo, the poor fellow has shrunk in his old age. We are glad we got there before he got stooped. Bob did let me know that there is a full sized fellow in Dallas helping out Ken's Muffler as well as one in Illinois that is wearing a helmet and holding a rocket in his hands. Maybe I should have gone on the 1st half of the Route 66 tour.